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For Edward’s sake: and see how he requites me.
O God, if my deep prayers cannot appease Thee,
But Thou wilt be aveng’d on my misdeeds, [70]
Yet execute Thy wrath in me alone;
O spare my guiltless wife and my poor children.
Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile:
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

KEEPER

I will, my lord; God give your Grace good rest. [75]

Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant.

BRAKENBURY

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Princes have but their titles for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
And for unfelt imaginations [80]
They often feel a world of restless cares:
So that between their titles, and low name,
There’s nothing differs but the outward fame.

Enter the two Murderers.

I MURDERER

Ho, who’s here?

BRAKENBURY

What would’st thou, fellow? And how cam’st thou hither? [85]

II MURDERER

I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.

BRAKENBURY

What, so brief?

I MURDERER

’Tis better, sir, than to be tedious. Let him see our commission, and talk no
more. [90]